<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001</id><updated>2011-10-11T21:17:12.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House full of Girls</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in my life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-2879748104223520494</id><published>2010-06-06T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:45:44.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a contest</title><content type='html'>Go to Iheartmesa.blogspot.com for lots of giveaways- including free window washing.  But hurry because they end tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-2879748104223520494?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2879748104223520494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=2879748104223520494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2879748104223520494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2879748104223520494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/contest.html' title='a contest'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-1891612380780578003</id><published>2008-11-13T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:56:52.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're off!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMGYf0ozI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oASIFjv5sLQ/s1600-h/100_7014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268310074143843122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMGYf0ozI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oASIFjv5sLQ/s320/100_7014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm late posting these.  These pictures are from the fair on 10/25/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bridget (why do my kids always pose?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMG8nMqKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yvCY8_WAwx8/s1600-h/100_7018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268310083838453922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMG8nMqKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yvCY8_WAwx8/s320/100_7018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa and Jess at the petting zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMF9w-C1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/PuITnto_ddE/s1600-h/100_7012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268310066968005458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMF9w-C1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/PuITnto_ddE/s320/100_7012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily and Hannah after their performance (yes, there's that pose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll tomorrow we are off to Chino to visit my parents and we are also going to Disneyland for 5 days. That's the longest we have ever gone. Usually we just do 1 day at Disneyland and one day at CA Adventure. I hope we survive! Hannah and Emily are dancing there on Saturday so it should be really fun for them. They love to perform and really are talented (they didn't get it from me). I've had a busy couple of weeks with Bridget and Dr's appts. I've been to the Dr. with her 8 times in just over 2 weeks and she's had a ton of tests done. The 1st thing was for an abcess that ended up being MRSA. And then she had a fever that lasted 6 days and so the dr. wanted to run a bunch of tests to make sure it isn't anything serious. We just got back from getting an echocardiogram and I hope that's the last of it. She's doing really well right now, so I'm not worried. The test today was just a precaution. Well I'm off to do laundry so I can start packing. UGH!! Packing is the worst part of any trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-1891612380780578003?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1891612380780578003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=1891612380780578003' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1891612380780578003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1891612380780578003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-off.html' title='We&apos;re off!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SRzMGYf0ozI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oASIFjv5sLQ/s72-c/100_7014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-6788872031970930788</id><published>2008-11-10T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:05:57.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm voting Democrat...</title><content type='html'>I'm voting Democrat because English has no place being the official language in America.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I'd rather pay $4 for a gallon of gas than allow drilling for oil off the coasts of America.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I think the government will do a better job of spending my money than I could.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because when we pull out of Afghanistan and Iraq, I know the Islamic terrorists will stop trying to kill us because they'll think we're a good and decent country.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I believe people who can't tell us if it will rain in two or three days, can now tell us the polar ice caps will disappear in ten years if I don't start riding a bicycle, build a windmill or inflate my tires to proper levels.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because it's alright to kill millions of babies as long as we keep violent, convicted murderers on death row alive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I believe businesses in America should not be allowed to make profits. Businesses should just break even and give the rest to the government so politicians and bureaucrats can redistribute the money the way they think it should be redistributed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I believe guns, and not the people misusing them, are the cause of crimes and killings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because when someone with a weapon threatens my family or me, I know the government can respond faster through a call to 911 than I can with a gun in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because oil companies' 5% profit on a gallon of gas are obscene, but government taxes of 18% on the same gallon of gas are just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I believe three or four elitist liberals should rewrite the Constitution every few months to suit some fringe element that could never get their agenda past voters.&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because illegal aliens are not criminals, are not sucking up resources through government aid, hospital services, education, or social services, but are just people trying to make a better life by coming to America illegally. We can't blame them for that, can we? I'm voting Democrat because now I can now marry whatever I want, so I've decided to marry my horse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting Democrat because I have no idea how socialism works, how universal health care works, but I don't want to work and when I get sick from overeating and general laziness, I want a hard working doctor to work on me and then have the same doctor pay my bill by his raised taxes.&lt;br /&gt;Makes ya wonder why anyone would ever vote Republican, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-6788872031970930788?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6788872031970930788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=6788872031970930788' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6788872031970930788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6788872031970930788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-im-voting-democrat.html' title='Why I&apos;m voting Democrat...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-1713069397746726153</id><published>2008-10-31T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:05:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVYg_Z2GI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vb1r7_TxTzY/s1600-h/100_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535206662002786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVYg_Z2GI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vb1r7_TxTzY/s320/100_7035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVYNSXEcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ofhA9_szjEE/s1600-h/100_7036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535201372803522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVYNSXEcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ofhA9_szjEE/s320/100_7036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVZGZMFCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7MJubxqkoWQ/s1600-h/100_7037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535216702264354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVZGZMFCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7MJubxqkoWQ/s320/100_7037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVXk1jNMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZorciEnqFXI/s1600-h/100_7033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535190514545858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVXk1jNMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZorciEnqFXI/s320/100_7033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVXC7nrpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QYkg83jvyRw/s1600-h/100_7030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263535181413199506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVXC7nrpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QYkg83jvyRw/s320/100_7030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so unoriginal. My girls were the same thing as last year, but the 3 oldest did have different witch costumes. Since I totally forgot to even think about a costume for Tessa it's a good thing that the one she wore last year still fit her. So we had 3 witches and a cat again this year! We went to our cousins (Jake and Karalee's) house for homemade soup and bread and then the big group went out trick or treating. My kids had so much fun. Tessa got the hang of getting candy at each house real quick. She would walk right up and put her hand out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-1713069397746726153?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1713069397746726153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=1713069397746726153' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1713069397746726153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1713069397746726153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SQvVYg_Z2GI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vb1r7_TxTzY/s72-c/100_7035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-9130228004895599779</id><published>2008-10-29T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:00:34.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more coupons!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I've been so bad about posting and I have tons of things I should journal about(like bridget's birthday, Tessa's 18 month mark, Hannah and Emily dancing at the fair- to name a few), but I just got back from the grocery store tonight (well a few hours ago) and I can't believe how much I got for so little.  This coupon thing is amazing!  I get free stuff or make money on things at CVS and Walgreens all the time now, but with food it is a little harder to do, but tonight I scored. &lt;br /&gt;I got:&lt;br /&gt;2 gallons Blue Bunny ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes hamburger helper,&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes quaker simple harvest oatmeal,&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes quaker oatmeal to go bars&lt;br /&gt;4 drinkable dora yogurts, &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;3 packages of instant potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand total $1.83!!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-9130228004895599779?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9130228004895599779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=9130228004895599779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/9130228004895599779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/9130228004895599779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-coupons.html' title='more coupons!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-4284279293669890311</id><published>2008-09-24T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:40:29.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupons!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SNnnWmRtdGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gjqIu9bVs7Y/s1600-h/100_6952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249481216094991458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SNnnWmRtdGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gjqIu9bVs7Y/s320/100_6952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so for the past few weeks I've been using coupons to shop and I have to say that it really makes a difference.  My neighbor told me that she started using coupons and cut $400 from her grocery bill by doing it.  I'm not hard core by any means, but I do try to match the coupons I have with sales and I can't believe the difference in my grocery bill.  Tonight I went to Albertsons and Fry's and between the  2 stores spent $30 plus change.  I got the above items:&lt;br /&gt;3 pkgs Dan Active,&lt;br /&gt;3 pkgs activia,&lt;br /&gt;4 cartons sour cream,&lt;br /&gt;4 pkgs cream cheese,&lt;br /&gt;1 easy mac,&lt;br /&gt;2 pkgs frozen veggies,&lt;br /&gt;8 boxes lean pockets,&lt;br /&gt;2 pkgs cookie dough,&lt;br /&gt;2 cartons ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;2 bags lettuce,&lt;br /&gt;24 cans chicken noodle soup,&lt;br /&gt;1 can lays stax,&lt;br /&gt;2 gallons milk,&lt;br /&gt;4 gallons juicy juice.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I didn't have coupons for everything ( I got some things just because I needed them right now) and I'm sticking to the rule to only buy what I use and therefore there are a lot of deals that I pass up because I don't need extra "stuff" in my house.  (ask anyone who knows me)&lt;br /&gt;I got the majority of my items at Fry's and I have to say I felt a "rush" as I left.  This could be addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also recently learned to can and I've done pinto beans, green beans and peaches so far.  Between the canning, couponing and not having my house cleaners come anymore I think I'm heading for a burn out.  What do you think?  Which of my new hobbies do you think is going to fizzle the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vote for getting the house cleaners back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-4284279293669890311?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4284279293669890311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=4284279293669890311' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4284279293669890311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4284279293669890311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/coupons.html' title='Coupons!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SNnnWmRtdGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gjqIu9bVs7Y/s72-c/100_6952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-1189498957891742169</id><published>2008-09-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:08:56.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More funny Bridget comments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SMeNeRx72VI/AAAAAAAAASI/TvvsWuRPHzM/s1600-h/100_6835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244315842404669778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SMeNeRx72VI/AAAAAAAAASI/TvvsWuRPHzM/s320/100_6835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sake of documenting... A few weeks ago Jess and I were sitting in the living room talking with Bridget sitting next to us itching her ear and she says, "Mom, why do I have butter in my ear?" Um, I guess I've missed using q-tips on her recently. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I was having the girls help pick up and Bridget (who is the worst when it comes to picking up) came up to me and said, "Mom, when I grow up I want to be a Mom so I can tell people to clean." I guess she thinks that they do all the work and my only job is to order them around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture was taken on 9/2/08 on her 1st day of preschool this year.  She really loves to go.  I just wish it was 3 days a week instead of 2 because she loves it so much.   She goes to Orange Patch Preschool again this year and I ended up putting her in the older class even though she is still 3 because I think I'm going to let her start kindergarten next year.  She is growing up so fast and is really a fun little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-1189498957891742169?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1189498957891742169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=1189498957891742169' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1189498957891742169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1189498957891742169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-funny-bridget-comments.html' title='More funny Bridget comments...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SMeNeRx72VI/AAAAAAAAASI/TvvsWuRPHzM/s72-c/100_6835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-4648092917651878740</id><published>2008-08-12T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:55:52.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 3rd grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SKE_-SKJeNI/AAAAAAAAASA/fSo0yFnzebo/s1600-h/100_6659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233534581240068306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SKE_-SKJeNI/AAAAAAAAASA/fSo0yFnzebo/s320/100_6659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today (8/11/08) was the first day of school for Hannah and Emily.  They are in the 3rd grade and so excited.  Emily came home today and told me that school felt like it was only 5 minutes long because it was so much fun.  They are in the same class again this year (their request) and have Mrs. Giles for their teacher.  I'm really happy about who their teacher is.  I think great things will happen this year for them.  At the same time I can't believe my little babies are getting so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-4648092917651878740?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4648092917651878740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=4648092917651878740' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4648092917651878740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4648092917651878740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-3rd-grade.html' title='1st day of 3rd grade'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SKE_-SKJeNI/AAAAAAAAASA/fSo0yFnzebo/s72-c/100_6659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-134302882644962590</id><published>2008-07-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:39:20.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SHHHAmpQdCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BTSbK6FZaq8/s1600-h/100_6206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220172256286635042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SHHHAmpQdCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BTSbK6FZaq8/s320/100_6206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2008 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Here is a funny bridget story. (well at least I think so)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tonight we were talking (yeah, she's non-stop talking) and somehow we got on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the subject of things she is scared of. She told me that she was scared of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the dark and I said, "Really, what's so scary about the dark?" and she&lt;br /&gt;&gt;looked at me with her big eyes and responded, (like duh), "darkness".&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I guess you had to be there. It was too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-134302882644962590?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/134302882644962590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=134302882644962590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/134302882644962590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/134302882644962590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/bridget.html' title='Bridget'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SHHHAmpQdCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BTSbK6FZaq8/s72-c/100_6206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-5924466056838355461</id><published>2008-06-05T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:17:40.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it? I'm posting.   It's all about the contest...</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker for a contest and the chance at winning something and that is what is finally getting me to post.  I can't believe I've been suck a slacker.  I have so many things that I need to write about, but they will just have to wait.  I'm posting right now to let you all know about a new store and contest.  It's an ememgency prepardness store that opened recently in mesa.  You can check it out at  &lt;br /&gt;preparingwisely.com. If you want to read more about the contest and what you could win check out crazymamaof6.blogspot.com. I'm really trying to be more prepared.  We have our water storage complete (for now) with 8, 55 gallon drums of water and 14 of those water pallets from costco (the bigger size bottles).  What have you done lately for your storage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-5924466056838355461?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5924466056838355461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=5924466056838355461' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5924466056838355461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5924466056838355461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-believe-it-im-posting-its-all.html' title='Can you believe it? I&apos;m posting.   It&apos;s all about the contest...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-7633250248543570883</id><published>2008-04-20T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:23:41.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many of you are out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name&lt;br /&gt; in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this neat little thing on someone else's blog.  You put in your 1st and last name and it tells you how many other people in the US have your same name.  There are 36  of me out there.  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-7633250248543570883?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7633250248543570883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=7633250248543570883' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7633250248543570883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7633250248543570883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-many-of-you-are-out-there.html' title='How many of you are out there?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-1394721907503578765</id><published>2008-04-20T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:09:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purse Pal</title><content type='html'>One of my blogging friends is having a contest, so go check it out. Her blog link is &lt;a href="http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; When you get to her blog you should read it because she is so fun to read about. She totally cracks me up all the time! Okay, so back to the contest- when you get to the blog there is a thing you can click on at the top of the blog that will take you to the contest post. Hurry... it ends Sunday at midnight. Anyway, I really hope I win the purse pal. don't you just hate it when you have to put your purse on a dirty floor at a restaraunt? I do!!! This thing works great and can even hold big purses or diaper bags. I hope I win one so I can quit holding my purse on my lap when I'm eating out. Anyway- go check it out. Here is the link for purse pal if you want to see what else they sell, but the link for the contest is above. &lt;a href="http://www.purse-pal.com/store.htm"&gt;http://www.purse-pal.com/store.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-1394721907503578765?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1394721907503578765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=1394721907503578765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1394721907503578765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1394721907503578765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/purse-pal.html' title='The Purse Pal'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-2459444787212698614</id><published>2008-04-11T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:05:55.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday I had my girls pictures taken. Jenny Biggs was the photographer and again she did an amazing job. I just got the CD and I'm so excited to look through it. Here are a few pictures for now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188173993837309090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAYwl-XrKI/AAAAAAAAARE/ktiBZkMpX00/s320/Pimentel066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188173478441233554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAYSl-XrJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gXb5EcVxKaA/s320/Pimentel027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188173001699863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAX21-XrII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uVWHQA_XduU/s320/Pimentel042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188172404699409522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAXUF-XrHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6qQqqflfG3A/s320/Pimentel021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188171923663072306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAW4F-XrDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jq2JvFHrFy0/s320/Pimentel015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAV0l-Xq_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/hHcMs8mrc_E/s1600-h/Pimentel011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188170764021902322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAV0l-Xq_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/hHcMs8mrc_E/s320/Pimentel011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-2459444787212698614?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2459444787212698614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=2459444787212698614' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2459444787212698614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2459444787212698614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/SAAYwl-XrKI/AAAAAAAAARE/ktiBZkMpX00/s72-c/Pimentel066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-2942634610702602122</id><published>2008-03-23T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:16:54.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUiWXDt6I/AAAAAAAAANY/qvrtf0r2kwc/s1600-h/000_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181202845407623074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUiWXDt6I/AAAAAAAAANY/qvrtf0r2kwc/s320/000_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; neighborhood party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUi2XDt7I/AAAAAAAAANg/aoTjluZyLLc/s1600-h/000_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181202853997557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUi2XDt7I/AAAAAAAAANg/aoTjluZyLLc/s320/000_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the trailers behind the quad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUjGXDt8I/AAAAAAAAANo/xRoLXrJJGpE/s1600-h/000_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181202858292524994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUjGXDt8I/AAAAAAAAANo/xRoLXrJJGpE/s320/000_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend, friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bridget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181202866882459602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUjmXDt9I/AAAAAAAAANw/47f6uKH02BY/s320/100_5666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wright&lt;/span&gt; house egg hunt&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUj2XDt-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/X9bjn5FXZFk/s1600-h/100_5686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181202871177426914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUj2XDt-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/X9bjn5FXZFk/s320/100_5686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reenacting&lt;/span&gt; the egg toss&lt;br /&gt;This weekend started out with a neighborhood egg hunt and party that my friend across the street does. She goes all out and rents a bounce house and hides over a thousand eggs for the kids. Each egg contains a slip for a prize and some have candy too. She goes all out with the prizes- my kids come home every year with tons of new toys and candy. This year Jess borrowed a trailer to pull the kids around the street behind a quad. It was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jess spoke in Church and then right after church we headed to the Wright House for another neighborhood egg hunt. The kids got a bunch of candy and then came home to watch the movie they got from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny (Enchanted). The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny also brought them swim suits and Hannah gave me the eye when she saw the Old Navy tag on hers. I said, "why are you looking at me that way?" and she said, " I know you like to shop at old navy. Are you sure you're not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny?" I just laughed. I think the end is near for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; to still believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we went to my Aunt Louise's for dinner. She is so good about hosting everyone every year. There were probably about 65 of us there and we had the traditional egg toss and then egg hunt with regular eggs and then money eggs. Hannah came away with $16, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bridget&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; only got a little more than a dollar. Emily was bummed, but a good sport at the same time. The girls had so much fun playing with cousins. I can't believe school starts again tomorrow. I guess things will get back to normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-2942634610702602122?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2942634610702602122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=2942634610702602122' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2942634610702602122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2942634610702602122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-dUiWXDt6I/AAAAAAAAANY/qvrtf0r2kwc/s72-c/000_0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-6387912726958599267</id><published>2008-03-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:13:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Tessa</title><content type='html'>Well, as you can see from the time of this post I'm up because Tessa is up.  But, I didn't go in to get her- I just let her cry like I'm supposed to. (That is what I'm supposed to do- right?)  Well, after a few minutes she wasn't crying anymore so I went in to see if she was really asleep and I found her in her crib laying on her tummy with Bridget in there with her patting her back with the music from her crib toy playing softly.  It was the cutest thing.  Bridget put her finger up to her mouth to "shhh" me and motioned for me to go out.  The scene just cracked me up.  I really believe that Bridget has an old soul.  A few minutes later Bridget came out of her room and said to me, "see mom, I know how to get babies to sleep."  Now I just have to get Bridget back to sleep.  The big question is, should I put her to sleep in my room or let her continue to be the one to sleep train Tessa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-6387912726958599267?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6387912726958599267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=6387912726958599267' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6387912726958599267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6387912726958599267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-on-tessa.html' title='Update on Tessa'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-6945766635958338443</id><published>2008-03-20T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:30:34.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-MPAmXDt5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4cHYetAzgu8/s1600-h/100_5605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180000499377878930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-MPAmXDt5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4cHYetAzgu8/s320/100_5605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My cute baby Tessa. 10 months (before she was tortured) and Bridget, 3 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Okay, now I'm on a roll... This afternoon I decided it was time to start "sleep training" Tessa. Yeah, it makes my stomach turn just typing those words. So I nursed her and then put her down in her crib and walked out. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; started crying because she never just goes to sleep for me. Well, after over 2 hours (yep, 2 hours) of screaming, wailing, dry heaving, making choking sounds, etc., she finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conked&lt;/span&gt; out. That was so hard for me to endure. I did go in about 3 times to try to comfort her, but that just made it worse. I hate this part so much. I'm so dreading tonight, but I know that if I don't follow through then what happened today was in vain. So, I put her down at 2, it was after 4 when she finally dropped from exhaustion and now it's approaching 6:30. I guess I should wake her up so she's good and tired for tonight. She's already proved she has a lot of stamina even when she's tired, I can't image what she'll be able to do if she's not tired. Oh, I'm so dreading tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-6945766635958338443?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6945766635958338443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=6945766635958338443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6945766635958338443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6945766635958338443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-another-one.html' title='Here&apos;s another one'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-MPAmXDt5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4cHYetAzgu8/s72-c/100_5605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-4804498426414271717</id><published>2008-03-20T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:18:19.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML5GXDt1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t6TiVYcZA7Y/s1600-h/000_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179997071993976658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML5GXDt1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t6TiVYcZA7Y/s320/000_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML5mXDt2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xMahusuQZfs/s1600-h/000_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179997080583911266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML5mXDt2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xMahusuQZfs/s320/000_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML6WXDt3I/AAAAAAAAANA/3-aWPC4EF-E/s1600-h/000_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179997093468813170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML6WXDt3I/AAAAAAAAANA/3-aWPC4EF-E/s320/000_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML62XDt4I/AAAAAAAAANI/iC_riwMEYFs/s1600-h/000_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179997102058747778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML62XDt4I/AAAAAAAAANI/iC_riwMEYFs/s320/000_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so here's a post. I know I'm way overdue and I have lots I could document in my "journal"/blog. I could list lots of reasons why I haven't posted, but the honest goodness reason why I don't do it is plain and simple. I have never been a good journal writer and I much prefer to spend my time reading others blogs than write one of my own. It's a lot more fun that way. So what do you think of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today I was watching Bridget ride her bike and I realized that I meant to write about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; to rider her bike 2 1/2 months ago and never did. So here's the story and the pictures (that I just took today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridget got a new bike for Christmas from Santa and loved riding it. After about 2 weeks she decided that training wheels just weren't for her and she asked Jess to take them off. He worked with her for about an hour and she hasn't stopped since! She loves to ride her bike. She's so funny to watch because she's so small. Her initiative in riding just shows her personality. She doesn't let anything stop her if she wants to do it. Not her age, her size, anything. I know she's not the 1st 3 year old to ride a 2 wheel bike (Hannah and Emily were almost 6 before they could do it) , but it just impressed me that she took the initiative to do it. She is almost 3 1/2 now and is so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-4804498426414271717?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4804498426414271717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=4804498426414271717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4804498426414271717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4804498426414271717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R-ML5GXDt1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t6TiVYcZA7Y/s72-c/000_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-7416718242532963641</id><published>2008-02-20T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:24:26.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to look at</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a good read stop by this blog &lt;a href="http://archives-lives.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://archives-lives.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she is having a contest and anyone can enter.  I really enjoy her writing- she makes me laugh.  She used to live on my street and got married a couple months ago and moved to Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-7416718242532963641?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7416718242532963641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=7416718242532963641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7416718242532963641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7416718242532963641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-to-look-at.html' title='Something to look at'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-1082683554837754768</id><published>2008-02-10T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:05:34.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Both Worlds.....and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to everyone for all the comments on my last post.  I have a lot to think about and I appreciate all the advice.  I really wish I could keep my kids in a bubble their whole lives.  Well, I have a lot to write about so I better get started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ1lxMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gt8eJrUY1Vs/s1600-h/100_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165647285451515794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ1lxMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gt8eJrUY1Vs/s320/100_5146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my first "good mail" package I got from Kristi  for being close to getting the answer right on her blog contest about the hope diamond.  It was so fun to get this package.  I love all the ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ11xMZ6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZkqrMFBealA/s1600-h/100_5029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165647289746483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ11xMZ6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZkqrMFBealA/s320/100_5029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture from the Hannah Montana Concert I took Emily and Hannah to on January 22.  They had such a good time.  I guess I was lucky to get the tickets.  I  was just at my computer and bought them as soon as they went on sale, but I later found out that everyone else I knew that tried to buy them weren't able to.  I got 4 tickets and ended up taking Hannah and Emily's best friend, Kylee, with us.  The girls were all so excited.  I had fun watching them during the concert as they would be standing up singing to all the songs.  Usually concerts are loud because of the music, but the high pitched screetching sounds coming from all the tweens in the audience was piercing my ears.  I was sure there would be packs of dogs outside the arena when we left because of all those high pitched sounds.  We ended up with pretty good seats.  We were almost straight back and could see the stage almost directly in front of us (we were just a little to the side).  Since we were on the 1st level, it was theater seating so no one was directly in front of us (unlike the floor seats), but we weren't too high that we were looking down on the stage either.  I think we really lucked out with the seats.  The girls had such a good time and they told me it was the best day of their lives.  I'm so glad I got to go with them and experience their excitement.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ2FxMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/65EHJ7Ks1vo/s1600-h/100_5069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165647294041450418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ2FxMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/65EHJ7Ks1vo/s320/100_5069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ2lxMZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/L9Jlim746I8/s1600-h/100_5008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165647302631385026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ2lxMZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/L9Jlim746I8/s320/100_5008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Emily, Kylee, and Hannah (they all wore matching Hannah Montana t-shirts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7APD1xMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/PNDpzvlz988/s1600-h/100_5248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165645331241396098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7APD1xMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/PNDpzvlz988/s320/100_5248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa, Dad, and Bridget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa turned 9 months today (2/10/08).  I tried to get a good picture, but this was the best of about 7 I took.  Oh well!  She's so fun!  She's teething right now and that's painful for her, but she still is a good baby.  She is crawling like crazy and climbs up stuff to standing position on everything.  I can't believe how fast she got mobile.  It seems like one day she could barely sit up on her own and the next she was crawling everywhere.  She's such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I have lots more to write about since it's been so long, but I'm tired and need to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-1082683554837754768?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1082683554837754768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=1082683554837754768' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1082683554837754768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/1082683554837754768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-of-both-worldsand-more.html' title='The Best of Both Worlds.....and more'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R7AQ1lxMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gt8eJrUY1Vs/s72-c/100_5146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-74216346514166006</id><published>2008-01-26T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:56:30.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-74216346514166006?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/74216346514166006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=74216346514166006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/74216346514166006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/74216346514166006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-9049996084748011117</id><published>2008-01-15T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:04:11.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are some kids so mean?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can't sleep.  I just feel sick to my stomach and I keep thinking about this so I thought I'd write it down and get it out.  So, what better a place to do this than my blog?....&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was making dinner and the TV was on and something was brought up about DNA and Emily asked me what that was.  I was trying to explain it  and was saying something about how that everyone has unique DNA and that is a part of them that no one else has- everyone is different and she says that she gets it (in hindsight I think she was thinking something along the lines of personality) because she said, "yeah, like hannah's the exciting one and I'm boring?" and I said, "What?" ( I coudn't believe she just said that) and she said, "People call Hannah skinny bones and me fatty pig and they say that she's the exciting one and I'm boring"  I couldn't believe what she was saying and I said "Who?" and she said- "lots of kids at school, like some of the kids in my class, and some of the Mexicans and some of the sixth graders.  You know, lots of kids."  I then said, "hannah, have you ever heard people say things like that?" and she said, "yes, all the time, people always try to say our differences because we are twins"  I couldn't believe it.  I can't believe how mean kids are.  First of all, yes, Emily is a little bigger than Hannah. She always has been.  She's about an inch taller, wears a 1/2 size bigger in shoes and weighs about 3 pound more, but by no means is fat.  Second, boring?  What does that mean?  Emily and Hannah have such similar personalities and are so close.  They are trully best friends.  They do have little differences, but it totally bugs me that everyone since they were little always asked things like (perfect strangers mostly) "who's the bad one?  or who's the hard one?"  That always bugged me and does even  more now because of course everyone  whether they are a twin or not has a bad day once in a while.  So the whole trying to distiguish the good/bad twin totally bugs me.  No one ever says in a family of kids "whose the bad child?" to a parent when they are walking around the mall or something. &lt;br /&gt;But back to the name calling....That is what breaks my heart even more.  It probably hits home to me even more because I was always the "chubbier" of my sisters and although I wasn't fat, (like Emily) I was bigger than my sisters and I aways felt like I was fat because of it.  It's a horrible thing to be self conscience (sp?, it's late and I can't think) and I just don't want that for my sweet girl.  I really can't put into words the emotions I feel about this and how I just want to protect her.  I wish I could shield her from this.  I hope this isn't something that is an issue, but I'm afraid it will be.  Even if she doesn't feel self consceous (okay I really can't spell right now) on her own about being a little bit bigger than Hannah I'm afraid with people (kids) always putting it in her face it will make her start to be self conscious about it.  She probably will always be a little bigger (she was born that way) and who cares, but if people constanly compare it and bring it up as a bad thing then it is inevitable that she'll feel bad about it.  And I hope it doesn't cause her to have issues.  I don't know, maybe I'm reading into this too much, but I don't think so because I think that it just gets harder as you get older and go though the teenage years.  I really don't know what to do to shield her and help her always feel good about who she is.  I really don't want her self-esteem to be effected.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-9049996084748011117?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9049996084748011117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=9049996084748011117' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/9049996084748011117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/9049996084748011117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-are-some-kids-so-mean.html' title='Why are some kids so mean?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-3296524433865973151</id><published>2008-01-06T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:26:32.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!!</title><content type='html'>Today was my birthday- Yep I'm 34!! I feel really old.  Turning 30 was no big deal because it was so close to my 20's, I still felt young.  Thirty-four feel really old because it feels close to 40.  For some reason 40 seems old to me, not to offend anyone who is 40 or older.  I don't think you are old, just for ME to be 40 seems old because I still feel like I should be 17.  I know that probably doesn't make sense. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the surprise of my life- Yes, a SURPRISE Birthday Party for ME!!  My husband initiated it and with the help of a few friends and my sister they pulled it off in a matter of about 4 days and I have to say I had no clue.  I think the last birthday party I had was when I was 12, so it's been quite a while and being that I have a January birthday so close to Christmas - my birthday tends to be an after thought- or forgotten all together so it really felt good to be celebrated. &lt;br /&gt;Here's how it happened....&lt;br /&gt;Jess isn't one to really go all out for holiday's, anniversary, birthday's etc., so I try to be pretty specific of what I want.  For Christmas he didn't actually get me anything (that's another story) so I told him that he could redeem himself for my birthday and actually take me out and get me something.  So, all week I've been saying things like "what are we going to do for my birthday", "do you have anything planned?" and so forth.  He would always say- your birthday is Sunday so the girls and I will make you cupcakes or something.  He wouldn't make plans with me and so my friend called and asked if we wanted to do something with her and her husband for my birthday on Saturday and since Jess wasn't being very nice about things (he was purposely trying to act like a "jerk" so I wouldn't catch on) she and I just planned that we would go out together and get pedicures and go to dinner and the movie.  (she was in on the surprise)&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week Jess asked me what I thought about him going dirtbike riding on Saturday and being that it was my designated birthday observed (sunday can't be the observed day because he has so many meetings for church that he isn't home anyway) I told him that I didn't want him to go, but much to my dismay he was working on his motorcycle,preparing it for his ride on Saturday, late Friday night.  I was really bugged because he wasn't doing anything for my birthday- not even staying home from riding (I have to say that the motorcycle riding takes up the majority of his freetime so I was hoping he'd stay home on saturday).  He said he'd be home around 10:30am on sat. but he didn't even get home until almost 1pm. &lt;br /&gt;At 6pm my friend came and picked me up and we went to the pedicure place and got a much needed treatment (by the way my new years resolution is to get rid of my cracked heels once and for all)  When we were about done I called home to see if I needed to stop home and nurse the baby before we headed out to dinner and Emily answered the phone.  While I was talking to her Jess called me from his cell phone and said that Hannah had wrecked on her bike and I needed to come home because it was really bad. (I totallly believed this because I figured he was outside with Hannah and therefore calling me from his cell phone)  I asked if he thought she needed to go to the ER and get stitches or something and he said Yes, it's really bad- her face is pretty mangled- I think she'll need surgery or something.  Oh my gosh! Talk about worried.  I do have to say that I handle crisis like this pretty well on the outside so it didn't look like I was falling apart or frantic, but I don't even remember the ride home with my friend.  All I could think about was Hannah.  I walked up to the front door and opened it and everyone yelled "Surprise"  I was so shocked!! It took about 10 minutes for it to sink in.  I kept looking at Hannah's face for reassurance that everything was okay.  I still can't believe how surprised and shocked I was.  I never expected that in a million years. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  there were about 30 people there or stopped by- for journaling sake I'll list them:&lt;br /&gt;Shane and Debbie Wright&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Catherine Jones&lt;br /&gt;Kati Hall&lt;br /&gt;Cara and Evan Fish&lt;br /&gt;Jule and Jared Nielsen&lt;br /&gt;Cole and Angela Keefer&lt;br /&gt;Clint and M'liss Fincher&lt;br /&gt;Jared and Elaine Huish&lt;br /&gt;Clint Atwood&lt;br /&gt;Shauna and Jeff Arnett&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Ayre&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and Chris Forsgren&lt;br /&gt;Denise Overall&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Adam Mills&lt;br /&gt;Maryn and Rod Fuller&lt;br /&gt;Janee Layton&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Ward&lt;br /&gt;Wes and Courtney Davis&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Candice Palmer&lt;br /&gt;We ate food- Jess had  Gecko Grill make up some platters of Mexican food and then he grilled hamburgers and had chips and fruit platters from Costco.  Things were decorated, we had music playing courtsey of Jeff Arnett and there was the neighbors big screen TV set up in our living room with a Wii for people to play.  It was a lot of fun to be with everyone. It was pretty amazing that Jess pulled it all off.  He only had a little bit of time because I left at 6pm and people got there around 6:30-6:45 and I got there around 7:15.  I have to say that my house was a mess when I left at 6 and he did a good job (with help) of getting the house in shape and decorated and re-arranged for the party.  I got some really nice gifts- everyone was really thoughtful.  My cousin Debbie made me a necklace that I love.  I haven't been much of a jewlery person, but I think this necklace is going to get me started.  I really do love it.  It is so me.  I forgot to take a picture, so I'll have to do that later.  Even after all the expense of the party, Jess still got me a present (he's not much of a spender so that's really big deal).  He bought me a new Ipod nano.  It's blue and the 8mb one.  I think I can even watch movies on it, but I haven't used it yet so I'm not sure.  What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are a few picutres from the party:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HggWao-eI/AAAAAAAAALc/TAo7jZL6kAw/s1600-h/100_4882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152646295066311138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HggWao-eI/AAAAAAAAALc/TAo7jZL6kAw/s320/100_4882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4Hggmao-fI/AAAAAAAAALk/bIogL2-jR-U/s1600-h/100_4883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152646299361278450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4Hggmao-fI/AAAAAAAAALk/bIogL2-jR-U/s320/100_4883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HghGao-gI/AAAAAAAAALs/GFK5bDDmD1o/s1600-h/100_4884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152646307951213058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HghGao-gI/AAAAAAAAALs/GFK5bDDmD1o/s320/100_4884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HghWao-hI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MrfUZTuQZ-A/s1600-h/100_4885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152646312246180370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HghWao-hI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MrfUZTuQZ-A/s320/100_4885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now about my pedicure... The poor lady who did my feet really earned her money.  I gave her a really big tip because I was even gagging at the amount of dry dead skin that came off my feet.  After all her hard work, it will be easier to keep up my feet for my New Years resolution to have no  cracks in my feet.  Also, I have a really ugly toenail because it was smashed about 9 years ago and now doesn't grow out and so when I had my pedicure done I had them put on fake toenails for my 2 big toes (I did both so they would match) so that I now have normal looking feet.  I'm so happy.  I know my feet aren't pretty, but at least they look normal.  Everytime I look at my once deformed toenail I just smile.  It's great to look normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4Hghmao-iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VcqOi0RxFNw/s1600-h/100_4886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152646316541147682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4Hghmao-iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VcqOi0RxFNw/s320/100_4886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I know I should have taken a before picture so you could see the difference in my toenail, but I didn't.  Just trust me that it looks a lot better now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-3296524433865973151?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3296524433865973151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=3296524433865973151' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/3296524433865973151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/3296524433865973151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R4HggWao-eI/AAAAAAAAALc/TAo7jZL6kAw/s72-c/100_4882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-8374996876511759866</id><published>2007-12-12T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:57:03.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas card pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This afternoon I finally took some pictures of my kids for our Christmas Cards.  I know I'm way late as usual, but I really had good intentions.  In October I talked to a photographer about doing family photos for us and that same night Jess came home and told me he was growing a beard starting that day (for the play).  I wasn't about to pay someone to take picures of us with him in a beard.  It's just not the look I like.  (I promise, picutes to follow...)  Anyway, here it is the 12th and I decided now or never so I quickly went through the girls closets and found some Christmasy looking dresses. It was quite the ordeal trying to get everyone to stay where I put them and look at me a smile at the same time.  I feel bad because I wasn't feeling the Christmas Spirit through it all.  I was way too stressed out.  I took about 50 pictures, but really didn't have anything I was really happy with.  I settled on one and off to Costco photo online for 150 prints to be made.  My goal is to have everything done and sent by Saturday.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R2C-2Xe-TYI/AAAAAAAAALM/z33s_Tz-BKE/s1600-h/100_4699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143320615683247490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R2C-2Xe-TYI/AAAAAAAAALM/z33s_Tz-BKE/s320/100_4699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish Tessa and Bridget would have been smiling in this picture because I like the position of the girls and Hannah and Emily's hair in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R2C-23e-TZI/AAAAAAAAALU/al6od1JxyYA/s1600-h/enhanced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143320624273182098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R2C-23e-TZI/AAAAAAAAALU/al6od1JxyYA/s320/enhanced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the picture I ended up having printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-8374996876511759866?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8374996876511759866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=8374996876511759866' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/8374996876511759866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/8374996876511759866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-card-pictures.html' title='Christmas card pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R2C-2Xe-TYI/AAAAAAAAALM/z33s_Tz-BKE/s72-c/100_4699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-7783695926575188736</id><published>2007-12-11T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:59:40.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Q83e-TXI/AAAAAAAAALE/JrM-TSzX4NQ/s1600-h/100_4611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142988674840808818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Q83e-TXI/AAAAAAAAALE/JrM-TSzX4NQ/s320/100_4611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our stake celebrated it's 125 anniversary this year and as part of the celebration they had a play that was written by someone in the stake and based off of some of the early mormon mesa settlers lives. Jess, Emily, Hannah and Bridget were all in it. It was quite the production and they had 3 shows this past weekend. They all did a great job. Emily and Hannah especially love doing things like that. They were so cute. At the end there was a waltz dance with all the young kids and it was my favorite part. I couldn't believe they did such a good job! The lady who choreographed it used to be on the BYU ballroom dance team. I was impressed with what she got the kids to do. The last night of the show on the way home bridget said to me, "Mom, I don't want to be a pioneer anymore. It's too hard." I thought that was so funny because really it is too hard to be a pioneer and all they went through. She was just worn out from all the rehearsals. The rehearsal schedule has been pretty much tues-friday night and saturdays for the last 2 months. The past 2 weeks they have been at rehearsal until 10:15-11:30pm depending on the night. My girls have been so tired for school. They have just come home from school each day and taken a nap and then gone straight to rehearsal. Jess has been even busier because not only was he in the play, but he was in charge of all the Audio/Visual in the play. He set up 4 huge screens with projectors and made a power point presentation to go along with the play. (the above picture is of him starting to take down the stuff after the play. Anyway, it was quite impressive for a stake play. They set it up as a theater in the round (I think that's what it's called) where the stage was on the floor of the culteral hall and there were risers with chairs for the audience all around. Jess grew a beard for this and I was so happy (he was too) to be able to shave it on Sunday morning. (I'll post those pictures later- they are pretty funny)&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IOHe-TTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2wCQpRi1rr4/s1600-h/100_4437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142979075588902194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IOHe-TTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2wCQpRi1rr4/s320/100_4437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IOXe-TUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4fgIy6oitmE/s1600-h/100_4446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142979079883869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IOXe-TUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4fgIy6oitmE/s320/100_4446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dress rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IO3e-TVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MrLOUrnwYYk/s1600-h/100_4461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142979088473804114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IO3e-TVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MrLOUrnwYYk/s320/100_4461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jess and his stage wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IPHe-TWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BQJqXfEbWak/s1600-h/100_4462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142979092768771426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-IPHe-TWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BQJqXfEbWak/s320/100_4462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily and Hannah with their stage mom and 2 stage sisters to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-HkXe-TOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A8NHKp8CmTg/s1600-h/100_4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978358329363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-HkXe-TOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A8NHKp8CmTg/s320/100_4607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bridget and her stage mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Hk3e-TPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wxvwMk1uP9o/s1600-h/100_4526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978366919298290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Hk3e-TPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wxvwMk1uP9o/s320/100_4526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-HlHe-TQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OM9HxifRqPg/s1600-h/100_4563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978371214265602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-HlHe-TQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OM9HxifRqPg/s320/100_4563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-HlXe-TRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/coCVsb3P1PM/s1600-h/100_4568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978375509232914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-HlXe-TRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/coCVsb3P1PM/s320/100_4568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Hl3e-TSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yFGA7E1T6Q0/s1600-h/100_4582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978384099167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Hl3e-TSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yFGA7E1T6Q0/s320/100_4582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GsXe-TNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FUUPCGAZ84M/s1600-h/100_4608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977396256689362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GsXe-TNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FUUPCGAZ84M/s320/100_4608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, Bridget, Jess, Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GYHe-TMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ndNTkSnao_k/s1600-h/100_4657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977048364338370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GYHe-TMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ndNTkSnao_k/s320/100_4657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight we 1/2 way put together a gingerbread house. I say half way because the icing wouldn't hold the roof, so I told the girls we'd have to decorate the rest tomorrow after it dries. I was wishing I had ordered a gingerwood house as my roof kept sliding down. We were going to do this as our FHE activity last night, but Jess got sick and went to bed right after work. He did the same tonight, and I felt too bad to make the girls wait another day so we just did it without him. Bridget likes eating the candy and licking the frosting the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GO3e-TLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DS8LatxqvOs/s1600-h/100_4656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142976889450548402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GO3e-TLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DS8LatxqvOs/s320/100_4656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GEXe-TKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f4XVz8ypMow/s1600-h/100_4655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142976709061921954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-GEXe-TKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f4XVz8ypMow/s320/100_4655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-F6Xe-TJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CSuoemZEJr8/s1600-h/100_4653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142976537263230098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-F6Xe-TJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CSuoemZEJr8/s320/100_4653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of our tree. Last week I had the box of ornaments next to the tree and we had planned to decorate as a family, but with play practice it just didn't happen. I let the girls stay home from school one day because they were so worn out and since they were home I decided to make the best of it and they "babysat" bridget and tessa so I could take a nap. When I woke up they had completely decorated the tree themselves. I thought it was a great job for 2- 7 year olds and a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Ftne-TII/AAAAAAAAAJM/LsyCTxNZBPk/s1600-h/100_4647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142976318219897986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Ftne-TII/AAAAAAAAAJM/LsyCTxNZBPk/s320/100_4647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa turned 7 months yestereday (12/10/07) What a sweet baby she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-7783695926575188736?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7783695926575188736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=7783695926575188736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7783695926575188736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7783695926575188736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='An Update.......'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1-Q83e-TXI/AAAAAAAAALE/JrM-TSzX4NQ/s72-c/100_4611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-4726451131031964510</id><published>2007-12-03T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T04:22:35.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the stockings were hung by the chimney with care....</title><content type='html'>The stocking picture was supposed to come up first.  Oh well,  I don't know how to change it.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pk53e-THI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LQJtiy8i1SQ/s1600-R/100_4423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139703282557406322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pk53e-THI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XcOc-oyxcKw/s320/100_4423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a few of our Christmas decorations out tonight.  We are planning on doing the tree tomorrow for FHE.  Bridget is sooo excited about the tree, decorations, santa, Christmas in general.  It is all she talked about tonight.  The above picture of my nativity was set up all of 5 minutes before Jesus got decapitated.  Bridget was in the living room by herself when we heard a crashing sound.  I saw her run behind the couch and hannah asked her why she broke Jesus.  She said,  "I didn't do it, I don't know how it happened."  She did feel bad because she wouldn't even look up at me.  I think she was playing with one of the other figures and accidently knocked it off of the table.  Poor Jesus.  I'm going to have to try and salvage his head.  It's in 3 bigger pieces and then about 4 smaller pieces.  It will be a delicate surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pkw3e-TGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UUszvAvhfJ4/s1600-R/100_4420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139703127938583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pkw3e-TGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qg7kyRYyy3s/s320/100_4420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the stockings and wreath out.  I got them last year after Christmas at 75% off.  So what would have cost me $120 only ended up costing $30.  Talk about a deal!  We didn't even have a Christmas tree last year because we were going to be at my moms for Christmas and I knew they would be so much cheaper after Christmas so I waited and bought all my decorations at Target super cheap.  I'll post a picture of my tree after we get it up.  I still need to add names to the stockings.  I'm not sure what to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pkh3e-TFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_nAvS68hjWM/s1600-R/100_4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139702870240545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pkh3e-TFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qH_8ldUtVI/s320/100_4417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up again with Tessa and her cough.  It always gets worse at night and wakes her up.  At least she's happy.  I keep having to give her cough medicine.  It makes me nervous because even though the Dr. prescibed it- Walgreens refused to fill it.  They said it was too dangerous and so I had to Fry's to get it filled.  If that hadn't happened I wouldn't even think twice about giving it to her.  So for the past 6 nights I put her to sleep without it, then she wakes up coughing and then I give her the medicine and it takes about 30 minutes for it to kick in and then she goes back to sleep.  No better time to blog than at 4:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-4726451131031964510?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4726451131031964510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=4726451131031964510' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4726451131031964510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4726451131031964510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-stockings-were-hung-by-chimney-with.html' title='And the stockings were hung by the chimney with care....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/R1Pk53e-THI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XcOc-oyxcKw/s72-c/100_4423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-2696444550416181231</id><published>2007-11-18T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:52:52.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New CAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I got a new (used) car last night and I tried to upload a picture of it that I got off of the internet and it took me forever and it didn't work.  I'm really not computer literate.  You'll just have to look it up yourself, but I'm sure you know what it looks like.  It is a 2007 Honda Odyssey.  Now for the story...&lt;br /&gt;I've looked a little here and there for a new car for a few months, but nothing serious because my current car is fine, but I like to look on line.  Anyway, on tuesday I saw a 2007 odyssey- totally loaded with leather and everything and under 7000 miles listed for 24,500.  I thought it was too good to be true because those things typically cost around 30k and peopl just don't sell them when they're that new.  Anyway, I called the # just to see and talked to a guy who said that he was helping his aunt sell her car because she needed to close escrow on her house by friday and needed the cash.  I asked him what was wrong with the car and he said nothing, it's just that she's a "cat lady" and that's why she's having to move.  Anyway,  he said that someone already had put a deposit on the car and had it inspected by honda and he thought that he'd buy it, but if he didn't then he'd call us.  To my surprise he called later that night and said we could come look if we wanted.  I guess the other guy didn't want it afterall because his wife heard about the cat thing and without even looking or smelling said no way.&lt;br /&gt;On wed afternoon Jess and I drove to goodyear because I was hoping that the smell wasn't that bad.  Well, it was.  The car was perfect and if looks brand new, but the smell....  Jess quickly drove it and I didn't even bother because I knew I didn't want to pay that much for a stinky car.  (the guy said that 24,500 was her bottom # because if whe didn't sell it then she'd refinance it).  Anyway, after we went home Jess called the guy and offered 22k because he figured if he'd get a good deal we could pay to have the inside redone- new carpet etc- and then we'd still be ahead.  The guy said no and we thought that was that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make a long story even longer...&lt;br /&gt;On friday afternoon about 2pm the guy called Jess and said that the refinance of the car didn't go through and that if we wanted it for 22k we could have it, but we needed to do it by 5pm so that she could close escrow.  Talk about stress.  Jess told him that we could only come up with 20k last minute like that and the guy said, I can't tell my aunt that. What about 21k.  Jess said, "I'll try to come up with that but I don't think I can" and the guy just said get as close as you can.  Anyway, we were totally scrambling to get the money together that quick because it's  impossible to get a loan in 3 hours.  Anyway, I called the guy and told him that Jess was getting a cashiers check made for 20,200 and I had a little cash in my wallet and that's all we could do and he said okay.&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the bank and go to exchange the money and his aunt is all surprised at the amount (20,300) because she thought we were bringing 21k.  Anyway, supposidly the guy thought I said that the check would be 20200 and we would bring the rest in cash.  That's his story,  and we are giving him the benefit of the doubt, but I know he knows what happened.  I think he just thought his aunt wouldn't care (BTW he's her mortgage broker so he has a vested interest in the escrow closing)  Jess didn't want to budge, but I felt so sorry for the lady  that I   told him we should just pay the rest (we did have to negotiate to pay the other 700 next month because we are  broke!) Okay, so that's the story of how we got a good deal.  Basically she was in distress and her car stunk, so we got a good deal (she just paid 35k for it in march- crazy)&lt;br /&gt;So heres her story...&lt;br /&gt;She used to run a cat rescue in Florida and would rescue, nurse back to health and then adopt out cats.  But there were some 50+ cats over the years that weren't adoptable (meaning diseased and old) that she has kept.  In January she moved to AZ and bought a house in Goodyear for her and her 50+ cats.  come to find out Goodyear has a city ordinance that only allows 4 pets per household and she has been being fined 600 a month for breaking the ordinance.  So she decided that rather than get rid of the cats they need to find a new home in Phoenix where there is no ordinance.  She thought ex husband and kids would help her out financially to get into the new house, but they backed out at the last minute because they think that if she didn't get another house that she would get rid of the cats.  Wrong- she decides to sell her only car to get the money.  That's were we came in.  So, this lady is losing 14k on a car she just bought 8 months ago, having to buy a new house (while knowing that the house she bought last january probably won't sell) and she and her 50+ cats are going to be moving.  She spends $150 a week just for cat food and kitty litter.  That doesn't count the vet bills and medications for the cats.  Isn't that just crazy?  I don't spend that kind of money on my kids.  The saddest part for us is that she was crying when we bought her car because now she is carless and because she loved that car.  I felt so bad for her because I'm sure she doesn't think like the rest of us (just get rid of the cats).  She thinks that this is her only option because she loves those cats so much.&lt;br /&gt;Now  back to the smell...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm up so late- well, I've been on the internet researching how to get rid of cat smell.  It's not going to be easy, but I want it done right because I'll be so sad if my new car always has lingering cat odor even after we replace everything.  Any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;The sad part about this is that I'm not that excited about this new car (smell aside).  I'm wondering if I should just keep my old one.  I like it more than I realized because it's just so roomy inside.  The only thing it's lacking is cargo space.    Well, I better stop rambling and go to bed, but if anyone has suggestions- please help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-2696444550416181231?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2696444550416181231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=2696444550416181231' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2696444550416181231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2696444550416181231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-new-car.html' title='My New CAR!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-4659499236861899767</id><published>2007-11-15T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:04:04.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Candice</title><content type='html'>Candice keeps asking for me to post these.  She came over the other night and put bridget's "stephanie from Lazytown" wig on Tessa.  She kept making her put the wig on and it was annoying Tessa after awhile.  She would shiver as the hair touched her.  It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzzsB_G4A2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/r2X1U2dR_nE/s1600-h/100_4360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133237194159817570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzzsB_G4A2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/r2X1U2dR_nE/s320/100_4360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rzzr3fG4A1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EvvxYY_3ZV8/s1600-h/100_4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133237013771191122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rzzr3fG4A1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EvvxYY_3ZV8/s320/100_4362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzzrkfG4A0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZQXjfskD9fk/s1600-h/100_4363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133236687353676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzzrkfG4A0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZQXjfskD9fk/s320/100_4363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-4659499236861899767?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4659499236861899767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=4659499236861899767' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4659499236861899767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/4659499236861899767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-for-candice.html' title='This is for Candice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzzsB_G4A2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/r2X1U2dR_nE/s72-c/100_4360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-5150724355310729565</id><published>2007-11-05T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:49:19.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzAMsNvSS6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WRJKz5y897c/s1600-h/100_4316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129613929316764578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzAMsNvSS6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WRJKz5y897c/s320/100_4316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I got out of the shower I saw that Bridget had been playing in my room and I had a nice mess of toys and fish crackers spread thoughout my floor. I said, "Bridget, you need to clean up all those fishies on the ground. That's not where they belong." Her reply was, "They are for my dog." (She only has stuffed animal dogs- no real pets here) I said, "Bridget, I really need you to clean those up and put them in a bowl for your dog because I might accidently step on them if they are all over the floor." Without missing a beat she said, " That's okay if you step on them, my dog likes crumbs." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what am I supposed to say to that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-5150724355310729565?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5150724355310729565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=5150724355310729565' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5150724355310729565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5150724355310729565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say...?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RzAMsNvSS6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WRJKz5y897c/s72-c/100_4316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-7067915740532531598</id><published>2007-10-31T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:14:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl2PdvSS5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PWGpkYxP7mM/s1600-h/100_4210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759658791095186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl2PdvSS5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PWGpkYxP7mM/s320/100_4210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bridget wouldn't let me take her picture. This is as good as I could get. For the group picture I had to tell her that she couldn't go trick or treating unless she got in the picture and she reluctantly agreed. I don't know why she is being so camera shy. She loves her costume and has worn it everyday for the past 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl2EtvSS4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z95loyjRhkE/s1600-h/100_4218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759474107501442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl2EtvSS4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z95loyjRhkE/s320/100_4218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute baby Tessa. She is a pretty cat. I got this costume on Monday night at TCP. They had it marked down to $4.99. How could I pass that up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl12dvSS3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vEiU5kp3jTE/s1600-h/100_4199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759229294365554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl12dvSS3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vEiU5kp3jTE/s320/100_4199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily, the witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl1sNvSS2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/H3kuZiZJfnU/s1600-h/100_4198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759053200706402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl1sNvSS2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/H3kuZiZJfnU/s320/100_4198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, the witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl1eNvSS1I/AAAAAAAAADs/ohGWNSusrrU/s1600-h/100_4212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127758812682537810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl1eNvSS1I/AAAAAAAAADs/ohGWNSusrrU/s320/100_4212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 witches and a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl1NNvSS0I/AAAAAAAAADk/vXdImggOLoo/s1600-h/100_4185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127758520624761666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl1NNvSS0I/AAAAAAAAADk/vXdImggOLoo/s320/100_4185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin witches....or Twitches. That's what they said they wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl03dvSSzI/AAAAAAAAADc/oIsecH6pXwU/s1600-h/100_4186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127758146962606898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl03dvSSzI/AAAAAAAAADc/oIsecH6pXwU/s320/100_4186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah wanted to do a "pose" picture. Emily has her broom between her legs. Where did the guitar pose come from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay now for the update from last night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finished my cupcakes and my head was about to hit the pillow at about 2:50-yes, AM and then Tessa woke up. I thought, no big deal, she wakes up everynight, but without fail I can put her in my bed and nurse her back to sleep while I fall asleep. (I know, a big no,no) Well for some reason she woke up and was wide awake. This hasn't happened before that I can remember since she was only a few weeks old. Anyway, I thought, well surely if its dark enough and noone is interacting with her then she will nurse and fall back asleep. Well, pretty soon she was blowing rasberry's and kicking her legs and arms and talking to herself. I realized after about 45 minutes of it that she wasn't going to sleep any time soon so I got up with her and frosted the cupcakes. Around 4:30 she got tired and I was able to put her back to sleep. My head hit the pillow and it felt like 3 minutes later the alarm went off at 7:30. I was so tired!! I got the girls ready and off to school and then Tessa, Bridget and I headed over for the parade. It was so fun to see all the cute kids dressed up. I'm surprised at how many sexy costumes there are at an elementary school. What are those parents thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time we did all the school stuff- parade and helping in the classroom, we got home just before noon. I fed everyone and then we all went down for a much needed nap until 2:30 when Hannah and Emily got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight we went to the ward party at the Arnett's house and then Jess took Hannah and Emily out trick or treating for about an hour and Tessa Bridget and I stayed home. Bridget could have gone, but was just too excited about all the candy in her bucket that she couldn't think of delaying eating it- even if it was to go get more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After they got home the marathon of baths and hair washing began. Washing Hannah and Emily's hair is the hardest thing. I hate it. I can't even expect them to do it because they have so much hair it is equal to washing 4 peoples hair on their one head. Trust me, they have massive amounts of hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow I hope to get my house in order so hopefully Clara can come clean on Friday. It's so stressful to try to have everything in order and put away for her to come. Not that she requires it, but I just feel like I want to have everything out of her way so she can concentrate on the scrubbing verses the picking up. I need a good 3-4 hours to get everything done- so that's my goal for tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-7067915740532531598?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7067915740532531598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=7067915740532531598' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7067915740532531598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7067915740532531598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-halloween.html' title='Fun Halloween'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Ryl2PdvSS5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PWGpkYxP7mM/s72-c/100_4210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-62533766799601652</id><published>2007-10-31T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:03:07.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCxdvSSxI/AAAAAAAAADM/NuWDDrE8QDc/s1600-h/Tessa+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421593325292306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCxdvSSxI/AAAAAAAAADM/NuWDDrE8QDc/s320/Tessa+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCZdvSSwI/AAAAAAAAADE/-GnzWI-11l8/s1600-h/Tessa+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421181008431874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCZdvSSwI/AAAAAAAAADE/-GnzWI-11l8/s320/Tessa+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCHdvSSvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q7GCf4vrAaE/s1600-h/Tessa+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420871770786546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCHdvSSvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q7GCf4vrAaE/s320/Tessa+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhBx9vSSuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uEYk5P3RCtg/s1600-h/Tessa+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420502403599074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhBx9vSSuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uEYk5P3RCtg/s320/Tessa+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few of Tessa's pictures that were taken last Thursday.  A girl in my ward, Jenny Biggs, is a photographer and she was so nice to do her pictures for me.   She does such a great job.  She also did her pictures when she was a month old.  I just love them!  This is just a couple of them.  I think they are all so cute.  I am the mom though.... What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's almost 2 am and I still have to make cupcakes for my girls to take to school tomorrow.  Ugh!  Why did I volunteer?  I was at Walmart tonight at 10pm looking for pumpkins that they need for school tomorrow and they were sold out.  I couldn't believe it.  I then had to go to ghetto fry's and get them.  It took forever because I had to take Tessa home 1st.  I refuse to take my kids to that fry's because not only is it dirty, but it seems like people always corner me in the parking lot asking for money and it is so hard to avoid them if I'm trying to get kids buckled in and out of the car.  I also feel really vulnerable.  Anyway, Fry's was out of the medium pumkins, which is what I needed, so I got some small ones for them.  Better than nothing.  I need to get back on track and proactive about getting things done.  I hate doing things last minute, but since having Tessa it seems that I never get caught up.  Well, I better get to making those cupcakes.  I'll frost them in the morning.  Wait, it is morning.  Well I'll frost them in a few hours after I get a little bit of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-62533766799601652?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/62533766799601652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=62533766799601652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/62533766799601652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/62533766799601652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/tessas-pictures.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyhCxdvSSxI/AAAAAAAAADM/NuWDDrE8QDc/s72-c/Tessa+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-3396201089651199104</id><published>2007-10-28T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:45:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyRZsdvSStI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOq-VKDVwr4/s1600-h/100_4132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126320896286542546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyRZsdvSStI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOq-VKDVwr4/s320/100_4132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I admit it. I'm a selfish blogger. What I mean by that is that I read everyone else's blogs. I find time to check them usually once a day and sometimes even more, but then I don't post anything for others to read. I know, it's selfish. I do enjoy sneeking away from my own life every now and then to check up on others. It always puts me in a good mood. So, to all you out there that haven't given up on me completely and are actually reading this- I'm sorry! I'll try to do better. Stay tuned for 7 things about me. I was tagged by hotmama.  Now I have to figure out 7 interesting things to say.  Oh-my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa had her 1st taste of rice cereal tonight.  She loved it!  She was so ready.  I made more 3 times before she was satisfied.  It was too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-3396201089651199104?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3396201089651199104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=3396201089651199104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/3396201089651199104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/3396201089651199104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/selfish-blogger.html' title='Selfish Blogger'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RyRZsdvSStI/AAAAAAAAACs/cOq-VKDVwr4/s72-c/100_4132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-5025769421338269247</id><published>2007-10-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T02:50:56.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so late...</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to blog all day and didn't get to it and then I didn't want to because it is so late and I don't want everyone knowing how late I am up.  Oh well!  First i'm going to start with my list because Cara tagged me (my 1st time ever).  I think I'm supposed to list 4 things in each catagory.  Here goes...                      &lt;br /&gt;Where I've worked:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mary's Hallmark Store&lt;br /&gt;2.  The Olive Garden (I still like the food)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Dr. Bladh and Boyers office&lt;br /&gt;4.  Washington Mutual&lt;br /&gt;I've Movies I can watch over and over:  I'm not really one to watch a movie more than once so...&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grease&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hairspray (even though I've only seen it once I could watch it again and again)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Dirty Dancing (yes, I'm copying you Cara, but your answers are so good)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Anne of Green Gables (it was hard to come up with one on my own- I've never seen any Bourne movies)&lt;br /&gt;Places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chino California&lt;br /&gt;2. Mesa Arizona&lt;br /&gt;3. Rexburg Idaho&lt;br /&gt;4. Yreka Califonia&lt;br /&gt;Favorite tv shows:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Desperate Housewives!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  E.R.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Office&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;Places I've been:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Paris France (twice!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dresden Germany&lt;br /&gt;3.  New York, New York (I can't wait to go back!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Grenoble France (the French alps)&lt;br /&gt;favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;1.  Carnitas tacos from Rubios (always with lime and only 5 points!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  In-n-out cheeseburger, well done, animal style, no pickles (can you tell I've ordered it a few times)&lt;br /&gt;3.  homemade rolls with homemade jam-Yum!&lt;br /&gt;4.  pumkin bread (I know I could eat a whole loaf.  I haven't tried, but I know I could)&lt;br /&gt;Places I'd rather be:&lt;br /&gt;1.  New York city- I love it there&lt;br /&gt;2.  Getting a massage&lt;br /&gt;3.  Getting a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;4.  In bed because I'm getting tired now&lt;br /&gt;Weird things about me&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wear a sock over my eyes when I sleep (it used to be a rolled up t-shirt, but I downgraded to a sock about 10 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have a hard time wearing make-up because my face sweats so much.  My pits can be dry as a bone, but my face will be dripping.  I even went to the Dr. about it.  My condition is called hyperhydrosis and there isn't much that can be done about it. Dangit!  Don't laugh!&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have an unusually short neck that only got shorter as I gained weight.  I think Tessa and Bridget have my neck- poor girls&lt;br /&gt;4.  My big toenail on my left foot got smashed by a gate 8 years ago and now doesn't grow out, it grows up.  You have to see it to get what I'm saying, but you probably don't want to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag mom, Taryn, and candice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's over I need to get to bed.  Everything else will have to wait because I'm tired.  I know... You can't wait for all the other important things i have to say.  I recently read a good book  that  hotmama (&lt;a href="http://hotmamabeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotmamabeads.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) let me  borrow, but I'll have to do my book review later.  It has just made me so grateful for all that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-5025769421338269247?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5025769421338269247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=5025769421338269247' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5025769421338269247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5025769421338269247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-so-late.html' title='It&apos;s so late...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-5805954197093276003</id><published>2007-10-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:28:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rw2UYDE5iTI/AAAAAAAAACk/90ijAmfxFDA/s1600-h/100_4085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911492253747506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rw2UYDE5iTI/AAAAAAAAACk/90ijAmfxFDA/s320/100_4085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tessa 5 months old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rw2UPjE5iSI/AAAAAAAAACc/nZI33OssUeM/s1600-h/100_4079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911346224859426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rw2UPjE5iSI/AAAAAAAAACc/nZI33OssUeM/s320/100_4079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah modeling my new (used) treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you believe I'm actually posting? It's so hard because now that it's been so long I feel like I should catch up on everything (remember this is my only journal) but that's too overwhelming to tackle so I'm just going to start from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning I was supposed to go to Weight Watchers with hotmamabeads (sorry i don't know how to link her blog. We met on Monday and she's a lot of fun), but Bridget got sick about an hour before we were supposed to go. I hate my tile floors all the time except when my kids get sick or have potty accidents. Last night I got a treadmill. I purchased it from my neighbors mom for only $250. I've already used it twice. Yeah for me! I also had a Martha Stewart moment and made peach cobbler (one of the reasons for the 2 workouts today) with Bridget's help (she's been fine since this morning). I even sliced and peeled every single peach. Jess was supposed to be home tonight for me to go to WW by myself, but of course, he didn't make it home in time. Do I sound bitter? I've got a good plan though. Every Thursday Emily, Hannah and Bridget all take a class at Jeannes Dance which is just right across the street from the WW meeting. The time works out perfect because I can drop them off at 5 and then weigh in and go to about 25 minutes of the meeting that starts at 5:30. This will work out good because I'm already going to be over there and then I won't have to depend on Jess to be home in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight Jess and the girls had play practice. They are participating in a play that the stake is doing for the 125 year celebration of Maricopa stake. Jess was so funny about being involved. I've never seen this side of him before. He's so bummed that he's not musically inclined (that's a nice way to put it) because he's so sure that if he was he would get the role of Joseph Smith. Poor guy. He'll just have to be happy to be a towns person or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next 2 days Hannah and Emily are out of school. My plan is to get the house in order tomorrow and hopefully do something fun on Friday. I don't know what yet, but Clara is coming to clean so I have to have them gone so we don't get in her way. Also the longer we're gone, the longer the house stays clean and even though I'm not there to enjoy it- I feel good just knowing that it is staying clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-5805954197093276003?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5805954197093276003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=5805954197093276003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5805954197093276003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5805954197093276003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rw2UYDE5iTI/AAAAAAAAACk/90ijAmfxFDA/s72-c/100_4085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-7405246179250822052</id><published>2007-09-23T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T02:08:10.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvYrhg2B6mI/AAAAAAAAACE/l_wiztq4pd0/s1600-h/100_4057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113322281678006882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvYrhg2B6mI/AAAAAAAAACE/l_wiztq4pd0/s320/100_4057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us... Jess, Adam, Kati and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvYrUg2B6lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mfqWbJbbuk0/s1600-h/100_4055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113322058339707474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvYrUg2B6lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mfqWbJbbuk0/s320/100_4055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pre-game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week has been busy once again... I don't ever feel like I get much done or even do anything that exciting, but the days go by so fast. I wanted to update my blog because this is the only type of "journal" I keep. Thursday Tessa had her 4 month well check. She weights 13.4 pounds. She is 25% for weight, 50% for height and 75% for head. I guess big heads run in the family being that Ryan's wife, Taryn, just had to have a c-section on Monday because her baby's head was too big. Tessa got her 1st round of immunizations. I waited this long because I just hate having my little babies get shots. She has really suffered from them. For 2 days it made her cranky and she would at times just cry and cry and there was nothing I could do to comfort her. I really think I'll skip the ones at her next appt. because I hate to see her suffer and I know she was in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I took Frog Eye salad to Hannah and Emily's class for a snack. (thanks to Kristi's blog for the recipe and idea that came from it.)They had been studying frogs all week and I thought that would be a fun thing for them. It's funny because Friday morning I had the girls try it and they didn't like it at all, but when everyone else in the class liked it all of a sudden they did too. Hannah told me the reason for the change is that when she tried it in the morning it was only a little bit, but when she had a big amount and could taste it all together suddenly it tasted better. Emily told me that things just taste different in the morning. Anyway, the salad was a hit and I'm glad I could do it. Friday night I had my weekly massage appointment. This time with hot and cold stones- it was wonderful! I'm so addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Kati and Adam invited Jess and I to go to the ASU football game with them. It was a lot of fun to go out and they are such fun people to be with. They had really great tickets from Adams grandparents. Let me start by saying that our parking space was reserved and literally the one closest to the gate where you go in. It was so nice not having to walk a mile just to get to the stadium. Our seats were in the Loge. I'm not sure what that means other than that all the food and drinks on that level were complimentary. We joked that between all of us we probably drank $50 in soda alone- just because it was free. They served fajitas, hotdogs and beans, pretzels, popcorn, peanuts and different types of cookies. It was so nice because normally we wouldn't have bought any food because we are to cheap to pay those prices. I'm so tired and have to get up early for an interview with the stake president tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;When the scheduler called today to make the appointment she said that he wanted to see us at 8:30 AM! I asked if there were any other times (who does that?) and she told me no, he wants to see you at 8:30. Then I said, well I don't know what I'll do with our kids and she said- oh, just bring them. I don't know about you, but that's the last thing I want to do. We'd have to all wake up at 6:30 to be there by 8:30- and that's just not my thing. I'm glad I have kids that like to sleep in. Luckily, the girl across the street said she'd come over and watch them while we are gone. I'm sure they'll all be asleep anyway. Well I'd better get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-7405246179250822052?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7405246179250822052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=7405246179250822052' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7405246179250822052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7405246179250822052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-update.html' title='just an update............'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvYrhg2B6mI/AAAAAAAAACE/l_wiztq4pd0/s72-c/100_4057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-2238821636688983861</id><published>2007-09-19T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T02:36:27.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah- My computer if fixed!!  I think....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtVd2kZAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ux0cG6zINN4/s1600-h/100_4036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111846530112054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtVd2kZAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ux0cG6zINN4/s320/100_4036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtKt2kY_I/AAAAAAAAABs/J-EdXcZTC28/s1600-h/100_4035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111846345428460530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtKt2kY_I/AAAAAAAAABs/J-EdXcZTC28/s320/100_4035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtCN2kY-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8DfsxZy_r0A/s1600-h/100_4034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111846199399572450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtCN2kY-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8DfsxZy_r0A/s320/100_4034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted for so long (I know you've all been on the edge of your seats) because 1st, last week I was preparing for company and then with the company didn't have time for the computer, and then 2nd, when they left my computer wasn't working. I could visit websites by clicking favorties on my mouse, but nothing on my keyboard worked. It was so hard to live through these past 3 days without a full functioning computer. Jess worked on it tonight and now it's working. I don't know what he did, but I'm glad he did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's super late right now, but I just wanted to do the quick update and also share a couple pictures I took of Bridget today. She got into my make-up and apparently she was putting it on hiding because she didn't have a mirror and when she finished and looked at herself in the mirror she was so distraught. She thought she would look so beautiful with the makeup and was so sad that it didn't turn out the way she had thought it would. She came into the room where I was almost in tears because it looked "ugly" and she wanted it off. I couldn't even get mad at her for the mess she made with my make up because she was so sad. I told her I'd help her get it off but I wanted to take a picture 1st. She totally didn't want to pose and was mad that I made her. So funny!   (I loaded the pictures in the wrong order- the 1st one I took is on the bottom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-2238821636688983861?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2238821636688983861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=2238821636688983861' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2238821636688983861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/2238821636688983861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeah-my-computer-if-fixed-i-think.html' title='Yeah- My computer if fixed!!  I think....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RvDtVd2kZAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ux0cG6zINN4/s72-c/100_4036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-6597720508136879617</id><published>2007-09-10T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:44:57.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqxNz2w_I/AAAAAAAAABc/efUj-Gb7rzo/s1600-h/100_3923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108817852307522546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqxNz2w_I/AAAAAAAAABc/efUj-Gb7rzo/s320/100_3923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tessa with Bridget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqjtz2w-I/AAAAAAAAABU/YhmCAyu3ROc/s1600-h/100_3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108817620379288546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqjtz2w-I/AAAAAAAAABU/YhmCAyu3ROc/s320/100_3922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 4 months today! I tried to get her to smile, but she was too distracted by the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqUdz2w9I/AAAAAAAAABM/1F2gGZXU-CE/s1600-h/100_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108817358386283474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqUdz2w9I/AAAAAAAAABM/1F2gGZXU-CE/s320/100_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few hours old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYpy9z2w8I/AAAAAAAAABE/sLwvsCwYaiA/s1600-h/100_3055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108816782860665794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYpy9z2w8I/AAAAAAAAABE/sLwvsCwYaiA/s320/100_3055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1St picture ever taken- yes, she had a lot of that white stuff on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa is 4 months old today. Time sure goes by fast. I wish the times I'm pregnant went as fast as the time after the baby is born. Tessa is such a sweet baby and we are so lucky to have her in our family. She has such a sweet happy personality. Really, she is so good. I'm really amazed at how good and easy she is and keep wondering when it's going to end. Hopefully this is just how she always is. She has by far been my easiest baby. When she was 2 months old she slept 7 hours straight at night. My other girls didn't go that long until they were about a year. She doesn't consistantly go that long, but will on occasion do it. But she always gives me a good 4 hour stretch at least. During the day she is just so happy most of the time. Bridget loves to entertain her and she puts up with it well. Occasionally she gets kicked in the head or something like that by her well meaning sister and she's such a good sport. Tessa is at such a fun age and loves to coo and giggle and loves it even more when someone gives her attention. I love my baby Tessa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-6597720508136879617?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6597720508136879617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=6597720508136879617' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6597720508136879617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/6597720508136879617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-months-old.html' title='4 months old'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuYqxNz2w_I/AAAAAAAAABc/efUj-Gb7rzo/s72-c/100_3923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-8345499890640405506</id><published>2007-09-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:14:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a nice day other than that I'm getting sick.  I think I might have caught the cold that started Tessa's problems, or maybe not, but I'm sick anyway and I hate it.  I know this sounds selfish, but although I really hate when my kids are sick, I hate it even more when I'm sick.  &lt;br /&gt;The day started out really nice because I got a massage.  It was one with hot rocks.  I know that sounds like it would hurt, but it really felt great.  The chiropractor that I go to uses massage as part of the treatment he gives and I'm so not complaining.  This is my 2nd massage in 8 days.  So nice!&lt;br /&gt;At noon there was a bridal shower for my cousins fiance.  It was so fun to see different family members that I rarely see (even though some of them live only 1 or 2 streets away). When I got back Jess went dirt bike riding.  I know, weird.  Who in their right mind would want to put on long sleeves, long pants and a helmet and ride in the desert that's 110 degrees?  He loves it though, for some reason.  Tomorrow not much going on except for church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-8345499890640405506?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8345499890640405506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=8345499890640405506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/8345499890640405506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/8345499890640405506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/nice-day.html' title='A nice day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-8272866781642700601</id><published>2007-09-08T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:51:43.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving or Helping?  What are you doing?</title><content type='html'>I loved this article that Kristi B. had on her blog.  Let me know your thoughts on it.&lt;br /&gt;In the Service of Life&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Naomi Remen&lt;br /&gt;In recent years the question how can I help? has become meaningful to many people. But perhaps there is a deeper question we might consider. Perhaps the real question is not how can I help? but how can I serve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving is different from helping. Helping is based on inequality; it is not a relationship between equals. When you help you use your own strength to help those of lesser strength. If I'm attentive to what's going on inside of me when I'm helping, I find that I'm always helping someone who's not as strong as I am, who is needier than I am. People feel this inequality. When we help we may inadvertently take away from people more than we could ever give them; we may diminish their self-esteem, their sense of worth, integrity and wholeness. When I help I am very aware of my own strength. But we don't serve with our strength, we serve with ourselves. We draw from all of our experiences. Our limitations serve, our wounds serve, even our darkness can serve. The wholeness in us serves the wholeness in others and the wholeness in life. The wholeness in you is the same as the wholeness in me. Service is a relationship between equals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping incurs debt. When you help someone they owe you one. But serving, like healing, is mutual. There is no debt. I am as served as the person I am serving. When I help I have a feeling of satisfaction. When I serve I have a feeling of gratitude. These are very different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving is also different from fixing. When I fix a person I perceive them as broken, and their brokenness requires me to act. When I fix I do not see the wholeness in the other person or trust the integrity of the life in them. When I serve I see and trust that wholeness. It is what I am responding to and collaborating with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is distance between ourselves and whatever or whomever we are fixing. Fixing is a form of judgment. All judgment creates distance, a disconnection, an experience of difference. In fixing there is an inequality of expertise that can easily become a moral distance. We cannot serve at a distance. We can only serve that to which we are profoundly connected, that which we are willing to touch. This is Mother Teresa's basic message. We serve life not because it is broken but because it is holy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If helping is an experience of strength, fixing is an experience of mastery and expertise. Service, on the other hand, is an experience of mystery, surrender and awe. A fixer has the illusion of being causal. A server knows that he or she is being used and has a willingness to be used in the service of something greater, something essentially unknown. Fixing and helping are very personal; they are very particular, concrete and specific. We fix and help many different things in our lifetimes, but when we serve we are always serving the same thing. Everyone who has ever served through the history of time serves the same thing. We are servers of the wholeness and mystery in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line, of course, is that we can fix without serving. And we can help without serving. And we can serve without fixing or helping. I think I would go so far as to say that fixing and helping may often be the work of the ego, and service the work of the soul. They may look similar if you're watching from the outside, but the inner experience is different. The outcome is often different, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our service serves us as well as others. That which uses us strengthens us. Over time, fixing and helping are draining, depleting. Over time we burn out. Service is renewing. When we serve, our work itself will sustain us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service rests on the basic premise that the nature of life is sacred, that life is a holy mystery which has an unknown purpose. When we serve, we know that we belong to life and to that purpose. Fundamentally, helping, fixing and service are ways of seeing life. When you help you see life as weak, when you fix, you see life as broken. When you serve, you see life as whole. From the perspective of service, we are all connected: All suffering is like my suffering and all joy is like my joy. The impulse to serve emerges naturally and inevitably from this way of seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, fixing and helping are the basis of curing, but not of healing. In 40 years of chronic illness I have been helped by many people and fixed by a great many others who did not recognize my wholeness. All that fixing and helping left me wounded in some important and fundamental ways. Only service heals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reprinted from Noetic Sciences Review, Spring 1996&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-8272866781642700601?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8272866781642700601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=8272866781642700601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/8272866781642700601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/8272866781642700601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/serving-or-helping-what-are-you-doing.html' title='Serving or Helping?  What are you doing?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-381668844316211692</id><published>2007-09-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:58:22.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuEEh9z2w7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4QBgmNeQsq0/s1600-h/100_3918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuEEh9z2w7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4QBgmNeQsq0/s320/100_3918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107368433989108658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference 24 hours and antibiotics makes!  Tessa is feeling so much better and back to her sweet smiley self.  I'm so thankful that I live in a time and place where I can get medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-381668844316211692?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/381668844316211692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=381668844316211692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/381668844316211692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/381668844316211692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-difference.html' title='What a difference'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuEEh9z2w7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4QBgmNeQsq0/s72-c/100_3918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-7692027592130558773</id><published>2007-09-06T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:45:35.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget's first day of preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuA7-Nz2w6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/07mfxK8CZ1g/s1600-h/100_3912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107147917483230114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuA7-Nz2w6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/07mfxK8CZ1g/s320/100_3912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuA6ltz2w5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nSsa8t6DoJo/s1600-h/100_3910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107146397064807314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuA6ltz2w5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nSsa8t6DoJo/s320/100_3910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have to try and get a little more creative with my title's, but until I find that creativity I'll just have to be matter of fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday Bridget started preschool at Orange Patch preschool. The teachers are 2 moms for the area (Tingey girls) and one was a teacher before she had kids. They do it at the sisters house who lives one street away from me. How nice is that! When the weather cools off I'll be able to walk her to and from school and in the mean time if Tessa is sleeping I can just run there and back in about 2 minutes in my car. (don't tell anyone that I said that.) Bridget was so excited to start school. We had a big build up to it the past few weeks as she had to be potty trained in order to go to school and although she has been completely capable for the past few months, she just didn't have the motivation. She's done great using the potty and really hasn't had many accidents (just a few by the toilet because she couldn't get on fast enough), but on the way home from preschool she had an accident in my car. Yes, you heard that- in the one minute drive home she had an accident. I was so bugged because that one little accident caused me about an hour worth of work trying to get it cleaned out of the seat of my car. I've been wanting a new car for the past few months, but was really glad that I still had my old one when that happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as preschool went- she loved it! When I picked her up her teacher said that she cracked them up the whole time. She's quite the ham! Bridget keeps reminding me how big she is getting and she sure has an independent personality. She wants to do everything herself. Yesterday she was talking about how she could do something because she was big and she jumped off the couch and stood up and said, "see mom, look how long my legs are." The funny thing about that statement is that she takes after me in the height department and really has short stubby legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa was sick the past 2 days and I took her to the doctor yesterday afternoon. She has an ear infection and pink eye. Who knows where that came from?! The doctor got her all set up with medicine (I hate that she has to take antibiotics so young). She did a little better sleeping last night because he also gave me an RX for numbing drops to put in her ear. I wish I'd had those for all my other kids ear infections over the years. They worked great and I could tell they helped her out a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can't figure out how to move my pictures around to be in proper order.  The first one is of my sick baby, Tessa.  The next one is of Bridget on her 1st day of preschool.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-7692027592130558773?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7692027592130558773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=7692027592130558773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7692027592130558773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/7692027592130558773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/bridgets-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Bridget&apos;s first day of preschool'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/RuA7-Nz2w6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/07mfxK8CZ1g/s72-c/100_3912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-5249985523161770762</id><published>2007-09-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:39:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post...that didn't work</title><content type='html'>below is the 1st post I tried to do on Sunday night that didn't work.  thanks to Kristen for setting me up a new account and getting me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this works.....&lt;br /&gt;Hope this works..... I've been reading blogs for a while now- ever since Christina started hers and I just love it when people post. I've been meaning to start my own for awhile now and Kristen even helped me set up an account last February and I completly forgot about it until just a few days ago when I tried to create a new account and they said I already had one. Oops. As I'm typing this I don't even know if it will work, but if it does I'll be finally jumping on the blogging bandwagon. It will be a good way to keep a journal because I'm so bad about that. Today has been a typical sunday... We had church from 12:30-3:30 and then I had my temple recommend interview after church (yes, I passed). When we got home Jess made it into bed and asleep before I even knew what was going on- no fair! I cooked dinner while jess and tessa slept and the other girls played. In the evening we just hung out and then read to the girls before they went to bed. (Except for bridget- she's awake as I write this- such a night owl). For Labor Day tomorrow Jess is going dirt bike riding. He is such a little kid about going riding. He gets giddy. I worry that he'll get hurt and I sure hope he doesn't, but I think it would be sad if he didn't have this to look forward to because he loves it so much. Well, that's it for now.... I'll try to post a few pictures and do that "about me" section if I can figure it out.draftby melissa's life9/2/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-5249985523161770762?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5249985523161770762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=5249985523161770762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5249985523161770762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/5249985523161770762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-postthat-didnt-work.html' title='My first post...that didn&apos;t work'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920182176345628001.post-833503900033382469</id><published>2007-09-05T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:11:40.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rt9E-9z2w2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9HkG857ImTk/s1600-h/4th+of+july+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106876350996071266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rt9E-9z2w2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9HkG857ImTk/s320/4th+of+july+%234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rt9E-9z2w3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/E4eRGzXT_EI/s1600-h/twins+and+jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106876350996071282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rt9E-9z2w3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/E4eRGzXT_EI/s320/twins+and+jess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures of the kids this summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first one is of Uncle Ryan with the cousins and the second one is of Jess and the twins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5920182176345628001-833503900033382469?l=melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/833503900033382469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5920182176345628001&amp;postID=833503900033382469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/833503900033382469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920182176345628001/posts/default/833503900033382469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissapimentelshouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-cool-now.html' title='My first post...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01051317165428200566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c56/clhales2002/melissa-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oYzsTJqGV9M/Rt9E-9z2w2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9HkG857ImTk/s72-c/4th+of+july+%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
